Text: Henry F. Lyte, 1847, alt.

Tune: William H. Monk, 1861 Abide with Me 10 10 10 10

EVENTIDE

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4.Hold Thou the Cross be fore my clo sing eyes. All that is li ving

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1.A bide with me: fast falls the ev en tide; the dark ness deep ens;
2.Swift to its close ebbs out life's lit tle day; earth's joys grow dim, its
3.I need your pres ence ev ery pass ing hour. What but your grace can

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4.Hold Thou the Cross be fore my clo sing eyes. All that is li ving

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with ers and then diesl Yet heav'ns morn breaks and earth's vain sha dows flee; In

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Lord, with me a bide. When o ther help ers fail and com forts flee,
glo ries pass a way. Change and de cay in all a round I see.
foil the tempt er's power? Who like your self my guide and strength can be?
tears their bit ter ness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, your vic to ry?

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with ers and then dies; Yet Heav'ns morn breaks and earth's vain shad ows flee;

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life, in death, O Lord, a bide with me.

Help of the help less, O a bide with me.

O Lord who chang es not, a bide with me.
Through cloud and sun shine, O a bide with me.
I tri umph still, if you a bide with me.

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In life, in death, O Lord, a bide with me.

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